He sleeps downstairs, falls over a lot and doesn’t go for walks with me or Mum and Dad anymore.

He has a wobble around the garden a few times a day, but it’s hard work for him and he pants. He keeps smiling though, and I have to keep an eye on him, because he still likes to take toys from me if he can. (I let him have them – it’s always best to let Spike be boss!)

Today they took him in the car WITHOUT ME! He came back smelling of the vets. His eye is better, he’s still smiling, but his legs are just as wobbly.

They’re going to buy him a harness to wear, so they can help him when he falls over and can’t get up by himself.

Dad gave Spike some meat with his tea bobbles tonight and I got some too! 😀

They’re making a lot of fuss of him, because he’s been their “Good Old Boy” for a very long time.